Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Marshall Islands and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Joe Smooth to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
The Neon Judgement,
Anakelly,
The Trojans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barrington Levy,
Aloha Tigers,
Fluxion,
Soul II Soul,
The Modern Lovers,
Outsiders,
Quando Quango,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Pretty Things,
Joy Division,
Chris Corsano,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grey Daturas,
The Durutti Column,
Oblivians,
The Slackers,
Steve Hackett,
The Sound,
The Count Five,
The Tremeloes,
Can,
X-101,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sällskapet,
Yaz,
Sound Behaviour,
Urselle,
The Sonics,
Smog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funky Four + One,
Matthew Halsall,
Michelle Simonal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Red Krayola,
Nas,
Sonic Youth,
Guru Guru,
Freddie Wadling,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Donny Hathaway,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lindisfarne,
Swell Maps,
Clear Light,
Y Pants,
The Mummies,
Idris Muhammad,
Mark Hollis,
Pantaleimon,
Motorama,
Lou Christie,
The Barracudas,
Crime,
E-Dancer,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.